... when a musician dies there’s a tendency to separate who they were in the spotlight with who they were off stage, but Travis would wear the same monkey costume behind his drumset or when he grilled a rare steak in his kitchen for his beloved mom, all with gusto and an electric smile, straight from his gilded, white-hot heart . . .
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